tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-107020092017-09-22T04:06:49.425+08:00∞Belinda Foohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09637299387545564677noreply@blogger.comBlogger1798125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10702009.post-13679241379516915202017-07-13T03:52:00.002+08:002017-07-13T03:52:10.228+08:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">i will fight the world for our love<br />but i will not fight for you to love me&nbsp;</div>Belinda Foohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09637299387545564677noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10702009.post-44491351374440903052017-04-14T20:05:00.004+08:002017-04-14T20:05:50.197+08:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><span style="border: 0px; font-family: , &quot;blinkmacsystemfont&quot; , &quot;segoe ui&quot; , &quot;roboto&quot; , &quot;helvetica&quot; , &quot;arial&quot; , sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">'You’re going to miss her.<br />She’ll pull away at first gradually. And in the beginning, you won’t realize that she is pulling away.<br />Despite that, she’ll keep looking back, hoping that you will clue in. See, she’s looking for every reason to turn around. But what hurts her isn’t leaving, it’s that you’re not going to notice for a while how gone she really is.<br />Because when she’s right in front of you, you don’t care and if you do, you aren’t showing it. Because it isn’t as simple as answering a text. You aren’t being what she needs. And that’s why she has to go.</span><br /><span style="border: 0px; font-family: , &quot;blinkmacsystemfont&quot; , &quot;segoe ui&quot; , &quot;roboto&quot; , &quot;helvetica&quot; , &quot;arial&quot; , sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><br />Slowly you’ll see she’s not every first like or view across social media. The things she tags you in will become less and less. Her starting conversations looking for any reason to talk to you will be replaced with silence.<br />And the moment you realize you might have lost her, you’ll realize how everything reminds you of her.<br />Suddenly you’ll be the one looking for reasons to talk to her. Something good happens and you want to tell her. Something bad happens and you miss that shoulder you used to cry on. Days turn into weeks and you realize how little she comes around. And you wonder when you’re going to see her again. You realize how much you look forward to that day and how much you miss her.</span><br /><span style="border: 0px; font-family: , &quot;blinkmacsystemfont&quot; , &quot;segoe ui&quot; , &quot;roboto&quot; , &quot;helvetica&quot; , &quot;arial&quot; , sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><br />It’ll be in that moment you realize how strong she was for loving someone who couldn’t love her back the way she deserved.</span><br /><span style="border: 0px; font-family: , &quot;blinkmacsystemfont&quot; , &quot;segoe ui&quot; , &quot;roboto&quot; , &quot;helvetica&quot; , &quot;arial&quot; , sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><br />And you want to reach out. But there’s an apprehension because you know what you did. Or rather what you didn’t. You’ll fumble through this realization of how much you do care and you want to tell her. You don’t realize how much she misses you too, only she’s not showing it. You don’t realize how many conversations she wanted to have with you, you just didn’t give her the time of day — so she disappeared.<br />But trust me — the day will come where you do see her again, and she will be holding the hand of someone who isn’t you, and that’s when it’ll hit you the hardest.</span><br /><span style="border: 0px; font-family: , &quot;blinkmacsystemfont&quot; , &quot;segoe ui&quot; , &quot;roboto&quot; , &quot;helvetica&quot; , &quot;arial&quot; , sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><br />She’s gone. And now you’re stuck watching her give all of the love you could have had, to someone else.'</span><br /><span style="border: 0px; font-family: , &quot;blinkmacsystemfont&quot; , &quot;segoe ui&quot; , &quot;roboto&quot; , &quot;helvetica&quot; , &quot;arial&quot; , sans-serif; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><br /><span style="font-size: 14px;">—</span><a class="notranslate" href="https://www.instagram.com/kirstencorleyofficial/" style="border: 0px; color: #003569; font-family: inherit; font-size: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-variant-caps: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">@kirstencorleyofficial</a><span style="font-size: 14px;">&nbsp;via&nbsp;</span><a class="notranslate" href="https://www.instagram.com/thoughtcatalog/" style="border: 0px; color: #003569; font-family: inherit; font-size: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-variant-caps: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">@thoughtcatalog</a></span></div>Belinda Foohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09637299387545564677noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10702009.post-46461037755573316802017-02-19T03:48:00.000+08:002017-02-21T03:49:42.522+08:00love is not a mistake<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="YOUTUBE-iframe-video" data-thumbnail-src="https://i.ytimg.com/vi/vnKZ4pdSU-s/0.jpg" frameborder="0" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/vnKZ4pdSU-s?feature=player_embedded" width="320"></iframe></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">'I want her back so bad,&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I leave the door unlocked</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I leave the lights on'&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">(made me tear every single time i watch this)</div></div>Belinda Foohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09637299387545564677noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10702009.post-91553480282354363072017-02-14T04:46:00.003+08:002017-02-14T04:46:17.306+08:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">where do i go from here?&nbsp;</div>Belinda Foohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09637299387545564677noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10702009.post-2829829179891884462017-02-05T01:29:00.000+08:002017-02-05T01:29:00.197+08:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">you were my addiction<br />now i'll have to find something in place<br /><br />till whenever.&nbsp;</div>Belinda Foohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09637299387545564677noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10702009.post-37872051905626103542017-02-02T00:28:00.000+08:002017-02-02T00:28:59.501+08:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div>Contemplating if I should let go of my 6 year old Macbook Air... I'm not even tempted by the new rose gold Macbook although it matches my phone perfectly... :(&nbsp;</div><div><br /></div><div>Got this baby when I was barely 20, working and studying at the same time. It was a period of time when I thought life sucks because I've no money hahahahaha. Daddy paid for it first and made me return him the money on a monthly basis. Tough love? But I think it explains why I am so emotionally attached to this. I mean even after 2 trips down to the service center (both times they avidly encouraged me to just get a new laptop) and over a week of trying to fix it myself... I'm still trying ha ha ha.&nbsp;</div><div><br /></div><div>No audio only... Won't die right?&nbsp;</div></div>Belinda Foohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09637299387545564677noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10702009.post-3728715304583384822017-01-24T22:44:00.001+08:002017-01-24T22:45:10.258+08:00do you want to build a snowman<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div style="text-align: center;"><a data-flickr-embed="true" href="https://www.flickr.com/photos/127257695@N05/32262636652/in/dateposted-public/" nbsp="" title="Untitled"><img alt="Untitled" height="480" src="https://c1.staticflickr.com/1/484/32262636652_65af84feea_z.jpg" width="640" /></a><script async="" charset="utf-8" src="//embedr.flickr.com/assets/client-code.js"></script><br /><br /><a data-flickr-embed="true" href="https://www.flickr.com/photos/127257695@N05/32035538490/in/dateposted-public/" nbsp="" title="Untitled"><img alt="Untitled" height="480" src="https://c1.staticflickr.com/1/553/32035538490_5aa4e5fdb3_z.jpg" width="640" /></a><script async="" charset="utf-8" src="//embedr.flickr.com/assets/client-code.js"></script><br /><br /><a data-flickr-embed="true" href="https://www.flickr.com/photos/127257695@N05/32412900225/in/dateposted-public/" nbsp="" title="Untitled"><img alt="Untitled" height="480" src="https://c1.staticflickr.com/1/525/32412900225_f5224576b0_z.jpg" width="640" /></a><script async="" charset="utf-8" src="//embedr.flickr.com/assets/client-code.js"></script><br /><br /><a data-flickr-embed="true" href="https://www.flickr.com/photos/127257695@N05/32262636962/in/dateposted-public/" nbsp="" title="Untitled"><img alt="Untitled" height="480" src="https://c1.staticflickr.com/1/328/32262636962_ca51f20840_z.jpg" width="640" /></a><script async="" charset="utf-8" src="//embedr.flickr.com/assets/client-code.js"></script><br /><br /><a data-flickr-embed="true" href="https://www.flickr.com/photos/127257695@N05/32412895215/in/dateposted-public/" nbsp="" title="Untitled"><img alt="Untitled" height="427" src="https://c1.staticflickr.com/1/638/32412895215_01dd6a50ab_z.jpg" width="640" /></a><script async="" charset="utf-8" src="//embedr.flickr.com/assets/client-code.js"></script><br /><br /><a data-flickr-embed="true" href="https://www.flickr.com/photos/127257695@N05/31570398644/in/dateposted-public/" nbsp="" title="Untitled"><img alt="Untitled" height="640" src="https://c1.staticflickr.com/1/628/31570398644_33e03538b5_z.jpg" width="427" /></a><script async="" charset="utf-8" src="//embedr.flickr.com/assets/client-code.js"></script><br /><br /><a data-flickr-embed="true" href="https://www.flickr.com/photos/127257695@N05/31570395844/in/dateposted-public/" nbsp="" title="Untitled"><img alt="Untitled" height="427" src="https://c1.staticflickr.com/1/727/31570395844_b7ff3326a4_z.jpg" width="640" /></a><script async="" charset="utf-8" src="//embedr.flickr.com/assets/client-code.js"></script><br /><br /><a data-flickr-embed="true" href="https://www.flickr.com/photos/127257695@N05/32262637862/in/dateposted-public/" nbsp="" title="Untitled"><img alt="Untitled" height="480" src="https://c1.staticflickr.com/1/455/32262637862_7033765d99_z.jpg" width="640" /></a><script async="" charset="utf-8" src="//embedr.flickr.com/assets/client-code.js"></script><br /><br /><a data-flickr-embed="true" href="https://www.flickr.com/photos/127257695@N05/32412899455/in/dateposted-public/" nbsp="" title="Untitled"><img alt="Untitled" height="481" src="https://c1.staticflickr.com/1/666/32412899455_f6502b5678_z.jpg" width="640" /></a><script async="" charset="utf-8" src="//embedr.flickr.com/assets/client-code.js"></script><br /><br /><a data-flickr-embed="true" href="https://www.flickr.com/photos/127257695@N05/32035536040/in/dateposted-public/" nbsp="" title="Untitled"><img alt="Untitled" height="480" src="https://c1.staticflickr.com/1/409/32035536040_91aa9e8d97_z.jpg" width="640" /></a><script async="" charset="utf-8" src="//embedr.flickr.com/assets/client-code.js"></script><br /><br />Say hello to Mr Snowman! Eyes made of effervescent tablets, carrot nose, twig hands and chocolate buttons. I wonder if he's still surviving there? ⛄️<br /><br />My standbys got snowballed (pun indeed) and I got called up to Zurich with Nadia! Flights with familiar faces are so so much fun! Took a 3 hours train ride out to Grindelwald, something I wouldn't do if I was alone on this flight. Trust me, it's tempting to stay in the toasty room and have cup noodles/ cereal for breakfast, lunch and dinner.<br /><br />Anyways... Grindelwald was soooo scenic, it felt pretty surreal standing there with all the snowcapped mountains around us. It almost felt like we weren't supposed to be there. Think a really sunny day with sparkly snow everywhere. The temperature was -11ºc and I must say... 3 layers of heat tech, 1 knit top, 1 extra extra warm fur leggings and my Zara parka didn't do its job. :'(<br /><br />Thank you control for calling me up on this flight!! Can't wait to explore the rest of the Jungfung region and of course Kangastan... When the weather gets warmer 😛&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: center;"><script async="" charset="utf-8" src="//embedr.flickr.com/assets/client-code.js"></script></div></div>DBelinda Foohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09637299387545564677noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10702009.post-16417834805514043592017-01-18T05:45:00.000+08:002017-01-24T00:42:51.110+08:00summertime <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div style="text-align: center;"><a data-flickr-embed="true" href="https://www.flickr.com/photos/127257695@N05/32253197691/in/dateposted-public/" nbsp="" title="Grounds of Alexandria"><img alt="Grounds of Alexandria" height="479" src="https://c1.staticflickr.com/1/669/32253197691_31405c32fc_z.jpg" width="640" /></a><script async="" charset="utf-8" src="//embedr.flickr.com/assets/client-code.js"></script></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a data-flickr-embed="true" href="https://www.flickr.com/photos/127257695@N05/32334264796/in/dateposted-public/" nbsp="" title="Grounds of Alexandria"><img alt="Grounds of Alexandria" height="480" src="https://c1.staticflickr.com/1/684/32334264796_5a9fcbbc66_z.jpg" width="640" /></a><script async="" charset="utf-8" src="//embedr.flickr.com/assets/client-code.js"></script></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a data-flickr-embed="true" href="https://www.flickr.com/photos/127257695@N05/32223270882/in/dateposted-public/" nbsp="" title="Grounds of Alexandria"><img alt="Grounds of Alexandria" height="480" src="https://c1.staticflickr.com/1/437/32223270882_a2a4c4301c_z.jpg" width="640" /></a><script async="" charset="utf-8" src="//embedr.flickr.com/assets/client-code.js"></script></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a data-flickr-embed="true" href="https://www.flickr.com/photos/127257695@N05/31996221200/in/dateposted-public/" nbsp="" title="Grounds of Alexandria"><img alt="Grounds of Alexandria" height="480" src="https://c1.staticflickr.com/1/753/31996221200_3f049e3fcc_z.jpg" width="640" /></a><script async="" charset="utf-8" src="//embedr.flickr.com/assets/client-code.js"></script></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a data-flickr-embed="true" href="https://www.flickr.com/photos/127257695@N05/32253178131/in/dateposted-public/" nbsp="" title="Grounds of Alexandria"><img alt="Grounds of Alexandria" height="480" src="https://c1.staticflickr.com/1/568/32253178131_a109ceacbb_z.jpg" width="640" /></a><script async="" charset="utf-8" src="//embedr.flickr.com/assets/client-code.js"></script></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a data-flickr-embed="true" href="https://www.flickr.com/photos/127257695@N05/32223248842/in/dateposted-public/" nbsp="" title="Grounds of Alexandria"><img alt="Grounds of Alexandria" height="480" src="https://c1.staticflickr.com/1/452/32223248842_09dee61897_z.jpg" width="640" /></a><script async="" charset="utf-8" src="//embedr.flickr.com/assets/client-code.js"></script></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Got called up for Shitney, which turned out not too shitty because of familiar faces. :')</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: center;">Made our way to the Grounds of Alexandria which was so so pretty! This is a really different kind of Sydney. Done it a dozen time and the furthest I went was the Korean joint 10 minutes away from our hotel. Will never ever forget my first solo on SQ211, was so worried that the rest of my flying career would be just like that...&nbsp;<span style="text-align: left;">😨</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">The aftermath of 'chiong-ing' was concussing for more than 14h back in Singapore... And then almost sleeping through the whole of the next day. Yes you need at least 2 days to recover from a Sydney flight hahaha. Oh well, it's all worth it.&nbsp;</div><br /></div></div>Belinda Foohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09637299387545564677noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10702009.post-508190985473633052017-01-09T23:52:00.001+08:002017-01-09T23:52:32.196+08:00meow<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div style="text-align: center;"><a data-flickr-embed="true" href="https://www.flickr.com/photos/127257695@N05/32210551225/in/dateposted-public/" nbsp="" title="Meow"><img alt="Meow" height="500" src="https://c2.staticflickr.com/1/475/32210551225_f6447f4aa2.jpg" width="281" /></a><script async="" charset="utf-8" src="//embedr.flickr.com/assets/client-code.js"></script><a data-flickr-embed="true" href="https://www.flickr.com/photos/127257695@N05/31834714480/in/dateposted-public/" nbsp="" title="Meow"><img alt="Meow" height="500" src="https://c1.staticflickr.com/1/435/31834714480_09a57f2cb8.jpg" width="281" /></a><script async="" charset="utf-8" src="//embedr.flickr.com/assets/client-code.js"></script></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div>Belinda Foohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09637299387545564677noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10702009.post-10989138800513973772017-01-08T03:16:00.001+08:002017-01-08T03:16:06.379+08:00why don't you be you, and i'll be me<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">One thing that 2016 taught me: It's ok not to be ok.<br /><br />Sleepless nights and loss of appetites... It's ok not to be ok.<br /><br />To be brutally honest... 2016 hasn't been that great. Looking back, it seem like I spent most of the year trying to hold myself together. Too caught in between my heart and mind? I don't know. I wasn't happy at all... The year went pass with me trying to get by, you know like 'get over yourself'.<br /><br />On the happier note, I did start to feel whole again by the end of the year.<br /><br />2016 was the year I found out that I would rather spend time with myself than head out for endless drinking and makan sessions. I still do... Very selectively or hungrily. You know you are surrounded by strangers and acquitances almost everyday, making pointless small conversations about everything and anything... You just start to appreciate alone time a lot more.<br /><br />It was also the year I (fully) understood that you are not the number of likes and followers you have on Instagram, or the number of views you have on your stories, or even the amount of friends you have on Facebook (if you are still using it ha ha)... It was this year that I truly realise how easy it is to fabricate a enviable and glamorous life on social media. People only show what they want others to see. Well, I don't want anyone to see my kind of mini shithole that I trapped myself in... So I conveniently hide it with food. pretty scenic photos and my happy face hahaha.<br /><br />But to be fair, there are still truly happy moments I share there.&nbsp;🤗<br /><br />I suppose I realise that you have to start living for yourself instead of... Pleasing everyone else. Yes I could appear more 'on' if I were to attended those drinking sessions. Er people will like me more because I'm so fun. I can post tribillion photos of myself in kebaya because I'm so so so proud to be a Singapore Girl, gain so many likes that it satisfies my egoistic needs but only to feel down again because irl I look like a cow in my kebaya haha. We are all blindly following these social norms and the end of the day... Will we be really happy?<br /><br />So... 2017 is for you Bel. Selfishly, for you and only you.<br /><br />I hope you make something out of those bubbles in your head...<br /><br />But if things ever go south, always remember that it's ok not to be ok.<br /><br /></div>Belinda Foohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09637299387545564677noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10702009.post-491676339310144872016-12-28T13:07:00.001+08:002016-12-28T13:07:12.906+08:00累<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">It's both a blessing and a curse to feel everything so deeply.&nbsp;</div>Belinda Foohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09637299387545564677noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10702009.post-86617095674169015082016-12-26T23:51:00.000+08:002016-12-27T23:52:10.434+08:00white chicks <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div style="text-align: center;"><a data-flickr-embed="true" href="https://www.flickr.com/photos/127257695@N05/31796949831/in/dateposted-public/" nbsp="" title="Christmas 2016"><img alt="Christmas 2016" height="640" src="https://c8.staticflickr.com/1/334/31796949831_85be42232e_z.jpg" width="640" /></a><script async="" charset="utf-8" src="//embedr.flickr.com/assets/client-code.js"></script><br /><br />Minus Brandy and Mr To.<br /><br />Thank you for still being here despite me being quite a crappy friend at times. I promise to read the WhatsApp group chat and reply promptly although I have 12903 new messages every time I touchdown. Love you guys, I secretly hope that you won't get girlfriends so I won't have to share&nbsp; 👻👻👻<br /><br />Pretty sure none of them read this space so please don't tell them I said that hehe.&nbsp;</div></div>Belinda Foohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09637299387545564677noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10702009.post-76559353411005773432016-12-19T00:53:00.000+08:002016-12-28T00:54:03.946+08:00greens <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div style="text-align: center;"><a data-flickr-embed="true" href="https://www.flickr.com/photos/127257695@N05/31915140085/in/dateposted-public/" nbsp="" title="Botanist"><img alt="Botanist" height="400" src="https://c6.staticflickr.com/1/403/31915140085_14f4843aed_z.jpg" width="300" /></a><script async="" charset="utf-8" src="//embedr.flickr.com/assets/client-code.js"></script><a data-flickr-embed="true" href="https://www.flickr.com/photos/127257695@N05/31105872243/in/dateposted-public/" nbsp="" title="Botanist"><img alt="Botanist" height="400" src="https://c4.staticflickr.com/1/303/31105872243_0753bd3653_z.jpg" width="300" /></a><script async="" charset="utf-8" src="//embedr.flickr.com/assets/client-code.js"></script></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a data-flickr-embed="true" href="https://www.flickr.com/photos/127257695@N05/31105871313/in/dateposted-public/" nbsp="" title="Botanist"><img alt="Botanist" height="480" src="https://c2.staticflickr.com/1/630/31105871313_d29e23f30b_z.jpg" width="640" /></a><script async="" charset="utf-8" src="//embedr.flickr.com/assets/client-code.js"></script><br /><br />I don't think these 2 ever appeared on this space together. So they deserve a 3 photos at a go. Day out to celebrate Jer's birthday over at Botanists! Warm, humid and all but the company made it so much better. :')<br /><br />Happy belated birthday Jerrbears! Thank you for sharing all the Uber/ Shopback/ Taobao deals with me. You helped me save (and spend) lots of money ha ha ha ha.&nbsp;💛</div></div>Belinda Foohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09637299387545564677noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10702009.post-15751960719049358912016-12-14T00:30:00.000+08:002016-12-28T00:32:49.924+08:00it's beginning to look a lot like christmas<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div style="text-align: center;"><a data-flickr-embed="true" href="https://www.flickr.com/photos/127257695@N05/31877214896/in/dateposted-public/lightbox/" nbsp="" title="Winter Wonderland Hyde Park 2016"><img alt="Winter Wonderland Hyde Park 2016" height="510" src="https://c1.staticflickr.com/1/408/31877214896_05b1873499_z.jpg" width="640" /></a><script async="" charset="utf-8" src="//embedr.flickr.com/assets/client-code.js"></script><br /><br /><a data-flickr-embed="true" href="https://www.flickr.com/photos/127257695@N05/31074520454/in/dateposted-public/" nbsp="" title="Winter Wonderland Hyde Park 2016"><img alt="Winter Wonderland Hyde Park 2016" height="511" src="https://c7.staticflickr.com/1/595/31074520454_1e8f91fe90_z.jpg" width="640" /></a><script async="" charset="utf-8" src="//embedr.flickr.com/assets/client-code.js"></script></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a data-flickr-embed="true" href="https://www.flickr.com/photos/127257695@N05/31541380910/in/dateposted-public/" nbsp="" title="Winter Wonderland Hyde Park 2016"><img alt="Winter Wonderland Hyde Park 2016" height="479" src="https://c7.staticflickr.com/1/329/31541380910_2fa8a5e60e_z.jpg" width="640" /></a><script async="" charset="utf-8" src="//embedr.flickr.com/assets/client-code.js"></script></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a data-flickr-embed="true" href="https://www.flickr.com/photos/127257695@N05/31074521224/in/dateposted-public/" nbsp="" title="Winter Wonderland Hyde Park 2016"><img alt="Winter Wonderland Hyde Park 2016" height="640" src="https://c1.staticflickr.com/1/272/31074521224_bfe987dbaa_z.jpg" width="514" /></a><script async="" charset="utf-8" src="//embedr.flickr.com/assets/client-code.js"></script><br /><br />Back at Winter Wonderland after close to 2 years! I remember it rained throughout the night when I was there the other time... Thankful for the clear skies although it was forecasted to pour! Second time here but still mesmerized by all the fairy lights, carousels and basically... Everything. So much love for Christmas markets although they are pretty much the same everywhere. Think old school carnival games, Christmas trees, hot chocolate and mulled wine...<br /><br />😍🎄🎅🏻🎁<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div></div>Belinda Foohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09637299387545564677noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10702009.post-24647536979397737542016-11-12T20:42:00.001+08:002016-11-12T20:42:13.957+08:00sunshine<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div style="color: #454545; font-family: &quot;.sf ui text&quot;; font-size: 14px; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: &quot;.sfuitext&quot;;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/-e1Xym16MFg?rel=0&amp;controls=0&amp;showinfo=0" width="560"></iframe> </span></div><div style="color: #454545; font-family: &quot;.sf ui text&quot;; font-size: 14px; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I was in this crazy queue in Bershka when this song played. There was this African lady in front of me and her boyfriend/ husband/ partner was waiting for her out of the line. He was doing this cute little dance along to the beat and she just watched him with such adoring eyes... With a 'I'm so lucky to have you' smile spread across her face.&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Find this someone who you could look at the same way, and of course, vice versa. Never settle for mediocrity, nice or good enough.&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">You deserve someone who sets a fire in you that cannot die, someone sees the world in you. </div></div>Belinda Foohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09637299387545564677noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10702009.post-63396968476070266142016-10-23T02:11:00.000+08:002016-10-25T02:19:15.118+08:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">24, and I feel whole again. :') </div>Belinda Foohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09637299387545564677noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10702009.post-56439791288913683832016-06-30T02:15:00.000+08:002016-10-25T02:18:20.935+08:00dear bel<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div style="text-align: center;">It's time to get your act together. I'm sorry that I allowed you to feel this way, let alone let anyone else make you feel this way. I'm sorry that the guilt you carry all these years allowed you to think that its ok for someone to poison you with words. I'm sorry for allowing yourself to beat yourself up about something that happened years ago. You have lived with such chaos in your head that now that things are crystal clear... You should start to feel relief.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Relief that you are not the only one. Relief that you have finally what you need to move on. Relief that you are no longer stuck in this viscous cycle where there's clearly no winners and only 2 person trying to prove who hurt more.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Please don't let this get the better of you. You deserve way more than this. Mistakes are mistakes and you have to let it go. You are doing good in life and more will come. Yes, you were filled with such sadness that no one, not even yourself can comprehend. But now it will all go away because you opened up and that's a good first step.&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />You will pick yourself up. Start to eat better, sleep better. Spend more time with people you love rather than hiding under your blanket wasting your day away repeating different scenarios in your head. Go out and start seeing the world again, for there's so much to life than your hotel room, Instagram, Netflix and dwelling on the bygones. <br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I promise you things will get better here on.&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I promise you that you will not look back at all these with regret but only a sudden realization that everything happens for a reason.&nbsp; </div></div>Belinda Foohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09637299387545564677noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10702009.post-41549448558127613202016-06-22T23:38:00.001+08:002016-06-22T23:38:36.882+08:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">you touched me and suddenly i was a lilac sky<br />and you decided that purple just wasn't for you</div>Belinda Foohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09637299387545564677noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10702009.post-21436297001671845682016-06-19T02:58:00.002+08:002016-06-19T02:58:20.872+08:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">insomnia 1: bel 0<br /><br />i take sleeping pills like its vitamin c.</div>Belinda Foohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09637299387545564677noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10702009.post-24584346337963183092016-06-13T23:27:00.001+08:002016-06-13T23:27:36.631+08:00pick your poison <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">some people smoke,<br />others drink,<br />and others fall in love,<br />each one dies from a different way.&nbsp; </div>Belinda Foohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09637299387545564677noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10702009.post-2050769636445137632016-06-13T03:42:00.001+08:002016-06-13T03:43:59.975+08:00you knew i was fragile but you dropped me anywayBelinda Foohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09637299387545564677noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10702009.post-60759697489774833222016-05-28T03:28:00.001+08:002016-05-28T03:28:33.447+08:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">13 days<br /><br />That's all I need. </div>Belinda Foohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09637299387545564677noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10702009.post-23959742483062178702016-05-27T01:36:00.002+08:002016-05-27T01:36:13.280+08:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div style="text-align: center;">'You are what you think.'</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">'Your thoughts become your actions.'</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I was such a strong believer of such sayings for the longest time. Can't put a finger to what changed till now. Is it me? Or did I grew out of these naivety?&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Will everything be ok as long as I tell myself that everyday?&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div>Belinda Foohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09637299387545564677noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10702009.post-58829958328279336862016-04-06T05:04:00.001+08:002016-04-06T05:04:12.186+08:00sometimes it's not the butterflies that tells you you're in love, but the pain.&nbsp;Belinda Foohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09637299387545564677noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10702009.post-4750616074039321612016-03-21T01:44:00.001+08:002016-03-21T01:44:03.274+08:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div style="text-align: center;">They say the people who are meant to be in your life will always gravitate back towards you, no matter how far they wander. Who is able to vouch for that though. We cling on desperately on things we don't want to lose. Forgoing our pride and ego, allowing them to be trampled upon. The biggest question is always to try harder or walk away?&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Morals, values and all the 'I would nevers' you swore upon in your early teens. I had so much of those. I carried so much hope for the future. Now I could only feel the emptiness in my bones... My mind is in so much chaos for the longest time, that now it is like a broken recorder playing at the back of my head.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I tried to be happy, I tried to do the right thing.&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I really did. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I wish I could be my very own knight in shining amour. </div></div>Belinda Foohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09637299387545564677noreply@blogger.com0